Fun Stuff

Two days off in a row and a New Year's Eve party tomorrow!? Who could ask for more... I haven't had a day off in a while and it's starting to wear me down... now I can breathe and go home to leftover lasagna, garlic bread, and wine. It started snowing last night and it really hasn't stopped. The snow itself lifts my spirits. I am so excited about not being at work for two ENTIRE days. I am so excited to get in another snowball fight the moment the opportunity arises. It truly will be a wonderful weekend...

Maybe

People can be so damn annoying. Why would you be a young man with potential promises of grandeur and dress like a thug complete with sideways baseball cap? Don't they realize society will instantly judge them to fall into the mold of womanizer, gun-totter, foul-mouthed scum on welfare? Maybe they don't realize it. Maybe wearing over-sized clothes and walking with a forced limp is a form of expression to them. Maybe I am the one in the wrong by throwing accusations in their direction. Or maybe not. I will let you decide. Here I am sitting at a fast food restaurant waiting on my car's oil to be changed. I am minding my own business eating my unsatisfactory meal and twice I overhear the apparent leader of the pack of four head in my direction to "scam on a girl." He attempted twice but his attention span was so short it took minimal effort for his friends to distract him. So now do I have the right to judge this young man in particular? In observing him for a total of ten minutes I can come to some reasonable conclusions but definitely nothing life condemning. I am no oracle. But come to think of it, I started writing this before the young man even came in my direction, before I had any real, personal issue with his behavior. So it is reasonable to assume that I am in asshole in the situation. I only feel threatened because I don't understand.

Foul Mood

I am in such a mood that people are saying I look angry. I got to work SO EARLY today that I truly am not approachable. My normally happy-go-lucky nature has been replaced with a Do Not F*%@ with me persona. I take calls and speak with people all day. I feel like I am being short with them and am highly irritated. I don’t care if they are confused about the plan or are out of medication. I don’t care if people are going to “die” if they can’t get this done TODAY. I just want to say, “Plan ahead Idiot.” Of course, no one can tell I feel this way because I am being fake and professional. That is disgusting to me but why let my bad moods carry over into my work and get in trouble? Of course, being in trouble at my company is a joke. You have to practically ask to get fired here. We have many dim-witted employees to prove this fact. Wow. This is insane.

After the Festivities

So Christmas of 2005 is over and done with and 2006 is right around the corner. It's strange that I was worried about my gifts from Brent last night, he was perfect. The highlight was a moleskin journal. I remarked to myself yesterday afternoon that the one thing I didn't get was a journal. You see, my sister has gotten me one for the past two years. But this year we set a price limit and she got a gift certificate for that amount and was done. As a result, I was bummed. But Brent thought of it; he knew that journaling was important to me and it made me warm inside to know that he recognized that. He also got me an adorable stuffed pony that I named Thor. I snuggled with him last night as I fell asleep. We had a wonderful meal by candlelight while watching the Vikings game. It was great. You can't beat good food, a good man, and football. Of course we lost so we're out of the playoffs but that is another topic altogether. Christmas this year was definitely different being away from my parents and extended family, but it was well worth the wait.

Pondering

Have you ever just sat somewhere and thought about everything and nothing all at the same time? I do, often. I laugh at myself for how truly silly I can be. Being female, I overanalyze little things. I tend to stew over ideas like a cow chews its cud. Over and over I toss them around until all flavor and zest is gone. Morning is my favorite time of day as I get ready for work. I shower, make breakfast, drink coffee, watch the news, and ponder as I do my hair and make up. I love the slow pace of it all and wouldn't trade it for anything. I find extreme peace in knowing I am mentally prepared to tackle the day ahead. Is it possible that thinking relieves stress? In my case, I think it must.